took 10 days off from work. good stuff! 2 days in Capital Hill, most capital bit of Washington's cultural capital (in my opinion), with my most capital pal and King of Tukwila. Kubota Park, Asian-ish spot with grass and shrubs and a pair of rosy arch pathways crossing ponds; a bookshop with a wondrous amount of intriguing books; a shop full of tiny sugar-flour-fat loafs-with-frosting, not uncommon in my own city, but this of top quality; bars and music shops and parks and pools and plants, oh my
2 old folks in my library, laptop from 2009, can't pay a bank bill 'cuz can't find a way onto our wifi -- 'cuz it has a 'splash' thing with conditions you gotta click a button to say 'ok' to; try to load burnfox onto it via USB, mayhap that'll aid our pursuit, but unknown human who got this laptop for yon folks put an admin lock on it, no way to add programs. sorry, burnfox; sorry, old folks (though wifi was switcht off - i did switch it on, am hoping it'll work now upon arriving not-in-library)
(i should also say that it is in truth @owlboat who took this pic)
storyhour this morning -- it's rainy out, and so i think i and this crowd of kids all got in common an 'i'm stuck' mood; its indication is, in kids, shouting and running and throwing and not sitting and not watching and so, so, so much sound and fury; and my 'i'm stuck,' bouncing up against all that: i'm now longing to buy a narrowboat in London and sit in it and not say a word for 4 months
long ago i had a plan to catalog my books. got Koha running on an old laptop and muckt about with MARC, making my good but slow way through my stuff, but couldn't run an OPAC, so i flopt and stopt. 2nd try: a Microsoft Axis DB that was just booknom, authornom, publication annum, color of book; got 150-200 (+?), but just in an ugly gridthing without utility, flopt and stopt again. now i can't call up why i thought it was a good or important task, but also can't call up my info book holdings. hmmm
i think what it truly is, is that i can't focus if i know i'm stuck. i always bring a book for a flight, too, and i can't finish a chaptor without putting it away 7 or 8x. add to that disinclination my mom humming a song and/or arguing with a TV tidings-human, and my dad snoring or in constant motion against a madly growing to-do list, and i just sort of fill with twitchy vigor that forstalls my foolish ambitions
Librarian, amid thirty and forty, who thinks 'jamspank' sounds funny. Always sort of sorry for my works.
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Ambigram by B. Morin, CC BY-SA 4.0